"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Lemay......"

Ricardo pondered the meaning of the piece of paper for a moment, but decided to ask.

This advertising paper ...... Will it help him in the future?

"Think about it, what's written in here?" Nicol Lemay asked seductively, "What's the point of it?" ”

"How do I cast spells quickly?" Ricardo guessed.

"Think again," Nicol Lemay shook his head, "that's not the point of the ad. Or we can think, what is the target audience of this ad? ”

Who is it for? Ricardo looked at the paper again and quickly recited the incantation...... Introduction to Magic...... Can't keep up with the beat of the modern wizarding world......

"Primer on Magic!"

Ricardo finally got to the point: "Magic Primer!" If it's a normal adult wizard, how do you need an introductory course; If you're a wizard with intellectual problems, how do you sign up for this course? So...... The content of the tutorial is aimed at the worse wizards...... No, it's a wizard with very low magic power, and it's supposed to be a squib, isn't it? ”

In Ricardo's opinion—note, it's just Ricardo's cognition—with the comprehension of an adult wizard, self-learning to get started with ordinary magic should be more than enough, and there is no need for others to help get started at all—at least, it is difficult for people who run schools for this purpose to have something to eat, and what adult has nothing to do with going to junior high school?

Then, the person who needs it should have a problem with the magic power, and it is likely that the magic power is too low, or the magic power cannot be used by the wizard.

"But this ...... Does it have anything to do with what you're about to say? ”

Nicol Lemay seemed to have expected it and nodded: "You will definitely be like this...... Wrong. After all, you're starting a bit high. ”

Ricardo thought about it, indeed, in this life, his mind is mature, he studies hard, he has strong mental power, and his talent is first-class excellence, and the starting point is a bit high.

"But isn't that a good thing, Mr. Lemay?" Ricardo asked, "I'm quicker at magic, so I shouldn't have any problems, right?" ”

"But actually, your initial perception of magic is gone," Nicol Lemay whispered, "and it's hard to linger on the moment you learn magic, because there's more to do, more magic to learn, more actual combat to fight, and you've lost sight of the momentary feeling of learning magic, the process of communicating with nature." ”

"What's that?" Ricardo's mind raced, thinking about what Nicol Lemay meant.

"It was a process of connecting with nature, a moment of realizing the charm of magic; It's a bit like when you're tidying up your housework day after day, and you're tired, but at a moment you feel the right way to tidy up, and then you have a new understanding and feeling of the word tidying. ”

"Remember what I said when I met you?" Nicol Lemay said again, "Actually, I have been paying attention to you for a long time, and the alchemy camera was given by me, and the moment I said this, were you thinking, I paid attention to you so early, why did I let the pureblood bully you and join forces to not give you any position?" ”

"Not at all, I'll have to tear down your desk at this point," Ricardo said calmly, "I'm lucky to have it, I've lost my life, you're not my babysitter, I didn't think about it at all." ”

"Is it like this? Looks like I'm still looking down on you," Lemay said with a smile, "Actually, if you haven't done it by the end."

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(I haven't figured out what to say, but I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm going to finish writing this day, and there was another argument at the breakfast table at No. 4 Privet Road.) Early in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley was woken up by a loud scream in his nephew Harry's house.

"This is the third time this week!" He roared across the table, "If you can't control that owl, let it fuck off!" ”

Harry tried to explain again. "It's stuffy, it's used to flying outside, if I can let it out at night......"

"Are you a fool to me?" Uncle Vernon yelled, a trace of fried egg dangling across his bushy beard. "I know what happens if I let an owl out." He and his wife, Penny, exchanged gloomy glances.

Harry tried to retort, but his words were drowned out by a long, loud hiccup from his cousin Dudley.

"I want some bacon."

"There's it in the frying pan, baby," said Aunt Petunia as she looked at her big son with moist eyes, "and we're going to get you fat up...... The school food makes me feel uncomfortable......"

"Nonsense, I never went hungry when I was in school in Smetin." Uncle Vernon said with a heated emotion, "Dudley doesn't eat badly, does he, son?" ”

Dudley's fat ass was hanging from either side of the seat. He grinned, turned to Harry, and said, "Hand over the frying pan." ”

"You forgot to say the spell." Harry said annoyedly.

Such a simple sentence has an incredible impact on the rest of the family. Dudley gasped and fell off his mattress, shaking the entire kitchen; Mrs. Dursley screamed, and quickly covered her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped up, his temples exposed.

"I mean 'please'!" Harry hurriedly said, "I don't mean—"

"Didn't I tell you," the uncle scolded, spitting on the table, "that's not allowed in our house!" ”

"But I-"

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"Huh? You ......," Nicol Lemay suddenly stared into Ricardo's eyes and quickly looked away, "is that so...... Well, those details that you don't want to tell me...... Don't tell anyone either. No problem, right? ”

Ricardo was shocked: "What...... Detail? ”

"Judging by your breath, you've entered that place," said Nicol Lemay, half-sighing, half-sighing, "that's amazing, how long have I been teaching you, and you've opened such an ancient magic node...... You're getting mysterious, Ricardo. ”

"I ......," Ricardo hesitated, asking the ins and outs of Nicol Lemay.

He seemed to be saying...... Chamber?

He seems familiar with it?

That...... How is this possible?

"Don't worry, I don't want to know, whether there's anything I don't know, or why you don't tell," Nicol Lemay said, standing up, "you have the path you're going to take, so I don't ask." ”

"Well, got ...... you?"

Ricardo got up and scratched his head.

"Come and help! Ricardo! ”

Madame Lemay's "neutral" voice came from the kitchen, and Ricardo walked into the kitchen as he pondered what was going on.

Watching his back walk into the kitchen, Nicol Lemay sighed softly, and then he gently brushed the white piece of advertising paper.

In an instant, the ink on the white paper was messily mixed together, and it quickly formed a picture.

The drawings are ever-changing, but they are like stick figures.

At the end of the day, all the stick figures suddenly appear in their entirety, outlined into a set of bizarre patterns.

The outer edge of the motif is a moat-like circular river, with waves inward, and various weapons float and sink in it, faintly showing that there are three creatures at the bottom of the river.

In the center of the pattern is a spine-like wand, and at all the "joints", a skull grinning is faintly visible, and a pair of bone wings and a pair of bone claws extend from the central node, as if to drag the observer into the abyss.

On the periphery of the wand is a circle, and outside the circle is a triangle, which is the main frame inside, and near the frame, countless roots-like beings spread, wrapping around the frame and intertwining with each other.

From a distance, it looks like a triangular eye on the inside, with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil - and on the outside, it is a container that traps the "eye".

Just when the final pattern was formed, the white paper emitted a silver-blue light, but the silver-blue light floated from the paper, and then, the silver-blue pattern light flew somewhere, and the white paper returned to dullness.

- The direction of the silver-blue pattern is the kitchen.

"Goodbye." Nicol Lemay looked at the painting and whispered.

He trembled over to the fireplace, raised his right hand, and watched as the white paper slowly turned to ashes in the fireplace.